Chapter 7

Rhett

 

The way Jaxon's name curled off her tongue made Rhett envious. He wasn’t too big of a man to admit it. In an effort to get the spotlight back on him, he said, “What we do is pick a woman that we both find attractive and see who can get her to fall in love with us first.”

“I’m going to need another glass of wine,” Jaxon muttered as he placed his empty one down. 

Rhett chuckled to himself. What would he do now? He had to be himself, that very fact would shove him over the edge. He wasn’t sure if Jaxon even knew who he was.

Jaxon might as well just give him the two hundred thousand dollars now and save them both some time.

“Okay, so one of you get the poor woman to fall in love?” She twisted her lips to the side. “How do you even define the win? How do you know she’s in love with you or your brother?”

“By the person she decides to have sex with.”

She laughed. It came out bubbly and rose high over the table. She must’ve realized it because she covered her mouth with both of her hands, but still the giggles escaped. 

“I’m so sorry, but I just think that’s not a good way to test out if a woman loves either one of you or not. Sex just says who she’d rather sleep with. And that’s not a good measure. Whoever she messes around with first, just says that one of you didn’t put your foot in your mouth on that given moment when she was hot and ready.”

He had nothing else to say.

“Wait a minute, I don’t think you understand what e brother is trying to say.” Jaxon waved his hand.

“We court these women together and after a while, she picks one of us.”

“Just to sleep with, but how do you know it’s not for another reason?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he argued. “She’s picked and that’s enough.”

“It obviously matters if you both keep doing this a lot.” She glanced at him. “And you two do this a lot don’t you?”

“We do it enough,” Rhett replied.

“What are you two really trying to discover?” She rested her elbows on the table and peered at them like a teacher wondering about two naughty pupils.

“This game means a lot to you both, since you do it all the time—”

“No one said all the time,” Jaxon interrupted.

“I bet you do this as much as you can,” she guessed. “What else do you have to do? You don’t work. Are women the means behind telling you your worth or just a source of entertainment in your restless world?”

Damn.

Unease plopped down to his gut. Now it was hid turn to chug his wine.

“Go ahead and answer that question, Rhett,” Jaxon said, “since you’re the wise guy that decided to let it all spill. Why do we do this?”

Rhett tapped his foot in a crazy staccato rhythm that made the table shake. “It’s fun.”

“Do you break any of their hearts?” She leaned her head to the side. “How far does this game of yours go?”

Jaxon tilted her way with a neutral expression masking his real emotions. “You’re pretty smart, Mia. What do you think?”

“I think that some of the girls you hustle with love are probably gold diggers anyway and may be used to rich guys and their twisted mental hobbies. However, I bet there are a bunch of women in this world that you two hurt pretty bad. How do you feel realizing that you may have broken some hearts with your. . .fun?”

Both, he and Rhett stayed quiet, probably waiting for the other to respond.

Maybe this wasn’t a good tactic after all.

“Nothing to say?” She turned Jaxon from to him.

They both remained quiet.

“Oh well. No need to answer that. I think I can guess that you’ve hurt a whole lot of women and could care less.” She rubbed her hands together.

“So I’m your game for tonight?”

“No, Mia.” Hunger laced Jaxon’s voice. It was the subtle change in his tone that happened right before he decided to take a woman to his bed.

“You’re the game for this summer.”

Her expression didn’t break, never faltered or changed. She leaned in closer to him and licked her lips. Rhett could’ve sworn he heard Jaxon growl or maybe he had done it himself. 

Her confidence did something to him, it lassoed his senses in, made him want to touch his dick and do nasty things.

“If you think you can last the whole summer with me involved in your little game, then you’re not as smart as I thought. Are you Jax?” She moved in closer. Her breasts hovered beautifully over the table. Her face was half a foot from his.

Jaxon gripped the table so hard; Rhett could see the whites forming around his fingertips. “You like saying my nickname don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Get used to it, you’ll be moaning it soon.”

Lord have mercy. Leave it to his brother to try and shoot his shot right now.